Breaking the Frame

One second I was just flat art on this glossy Sonic Origins box, and the next—bam! My fingers actually twitched. I pulled my gloved hand away from the slick printed plastic, feeling real air for the first time. I tapped the glossy surface with my red sneaker, and a sharp little click echoed back. Seeing my own printed face grinning right beneath my feet was wild, but hey, nobody does an entrance quite like me. I'm up, I'm ready, and this spot is officially warmed up.